I know noble accents And lucid, inescapable rhythms; But I know, too, That the blackbird is involved In what I know.
Wallace StevensCivilization must be destroyed. The hairy saints of the North have earned this crumb by their complaints.
Wallace StevensChildren picking up our bones Will never know that these were once As quick as foxes on the hill.
Wallace StevensTrees Trees, proud standing people stretching fingertips to the sky, reaching, praying glorious attention, breathing light. strength shelter timeless confidence bending and firm comforting rooted chorus line dancing with the moon, the wind, the clouds framing bursts of stars tender rugged celebration absorbing and releasing life each holy branch holding the power of the Universe. There.
Wallace Stevens